thoughts and words decomposing into soil
Hearts don't decide, brains do, and my brain knew, but my heart...
this heart of mine, a forest of tinder
maybe that's how the tinder lit
those flames travelling
purging
i watch inside, waiting, feeling that heat
there are questions that may mitigate the temperatures
and there is certainly decisions that will be the absence of arsons
can you tell me
how can you help me eyes?
I'm blinded
how can you help my ears?
I can't hear.
you see
this heart, he's a forest after a fire except the wind still blows burning into the standing trees
All together is how we can best put out the coals
let's be kind and honest as we share this life
and see our strength manifest her self as beauty in our living
it's how you help me put it out that determines the kind of forest that may return
a picture i found on the computer, not sure when it's from. internal life these days.
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